The first meeting I attended was on a Sunday afternoon in a Sunday school room at the church, and only six men, including me, were there that day. The...group is led by Tony, a sixty-five-year-old deacon and retired high school principal of Italian descent, and he welcomed me to the group. The other member there were Mitch, age fifty-five, a bank executive; Matt, age fifty-eight, a pharmacist; Dan, age sixty, a construction superintendent; and Jeff, age seventy, a retired social worker.Tony. Their mother has trained them well.”Freda nudged Frances. “Can I have a quiet word, Frances?”Frances agreed, and the pair went off to the living room to be alone.Frances then asked, “What do you want, that needs privacy, Freda?”“I was thinking: perhaps my big brother can borrow a phone from his bank; one that belongs to the bank and not to an individual. He could send it to us by courier, then we take Sidra to a neutral venue to make the call. Even if it could be traced, the phone’s ownership. I closed my eyes & felt her beautiful soft lips brushagainst mine . It sent an intense shock through my whole body & it made me gasploudly . She moved her lips away , but i needed them back , I really needed themback . I opened my eyes and looked longingly into hers . I saw them smilingat me and then she closed them & once again felt her moving towards me & Iparted my lips invitingly for her . This time we kissed properley and thingsstarted to happed very fast , fired by the uncontrolable. Sitting around rooting through the scattered clues to my new life, Alex and I had a brainstorm. With my brother claiming to be a psychologist who was helping me recover memories lost from the accident, we rang every person in Lucy voluminous address book, and quizzing them - sometimes for hours on end. Slowly over a matter of days, we were able to put together a working biography of Lucy. The biography complete with details would make navigation of her life a great deal easier. I had filled two.